The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

Don’t be fooled by the small frontage and narrow alley outside. There is an extra wall in the backyard that separates one and a half entrances to the house. In fact, the remaining two and a half entrances to the house are quite spacious.

There are many Three Pure Ones to be enshrined, and there are also many office rooms.

When Pan Yun and his friends came in, the Taoists had already started recording the registrations.

Jingxuan led them directly into a small room on the side.

It was bustling inside. A middle-aged Taoist priest was washing his sleeves in a wooden basin while cursing in a rather dirty manner.

Pan Jun's eyes moved over him, and when he felt the faint fluctuation of Yuanli from him, he knew that he was a Taoist priest with some cultivation skills.

The middle-aged Taoist priest heard footsteps and looked up. He saw Jingxuan leading a group of Taoist priests in. He couldn't help but frowned: "Jingxuan, why did you bring so many people here?"

Jingxuan: "Daoji, I'm here to register for the exam..."

"Go, go, let them line up," the middle-aged Taoist said righteously, "We are fair and strict in the Taoist Discipline Department, and we will not show partiality!"

Jingxuan finished the rest of the sentence: "I was escorted here by the Jinyiwei."

Dao Ji almost bit his tongue. He glared at Jing Xuan secretly, then turned his head and tried to smile. He clasped his fists and said, "So you are colleagues from the Jinyiwei. I wonder who your master is and where your dojo is?"

Pan Yun smiled and clasped his fists and replied, "I am Pan Yun, my teacher is from Sanqing Temple of Sanqing Mountain."

Dao Ji looked at her carefully when he heard it: "Wang Feiyin, is that you?"

Pan Yun continued, "Senior Brother."

Dao Ji became more serious, and the smile on his face became more sincere. He grabbed the wet sleeves and bowed with his fists clasped: "It turns out to be Junior Sister Pan, Jingxuan, quickly bring the forms to register them."

The form has been given to her, but it does need to be recorded in writing.

Jingxuan went to get pen and ink, Dao Ji hurriedly changed his wet clothes, and as he walked by, he secretly glanced at An Chen and the others, and was touched by the evil spirit on them, so he silently lowered his head and walked away quickly.

As he walked by, Pan Jun could smell a faint smell of rotten milk coming from him.

Seeing that she kept looking at Dao Ji, Jing Xuan explained, "The child was pressed a little too hard, and cried too hard, so he vomited all over Dao Ji."

Pan Jun nodded and took out her registration book to sign up.

Although her identity was revealed, her name in the family register remained unchanged and she was still Pan Yun from Sanqing Mountain.

Unless there are unexpected events, this will not change in the future.

Pan Yun had no intention of leaving Sanqing Mountain and returning to the Pan family.

After Pan Yun signed up, he stepped aside to let Miaozhen take over.

Miaozhen, Miaohe and Tao Yanbai registered one by one, paid the fee and received an admission ticket.

They can come for the examination the day after tomorrow.

Pan Yun looked down at the admission ticket in his hand and found it quite interesting.

It records her hometown, age and appearance in detail, and the most interesting thing is that there are runes around it.

She looked at it carefully and asked Jingxuan uncertainly: "Is this talisman used to identify auras?"

Jingxuan smiled lightly and said, "Just in case."

Pan Jun raised his eyebrows: "It's quite advanced, not worse than ours..."

Upon hearing this, Jingxuan immediately asked, "This is a rune invented by the Imperial Observatory. From what I have heard, do you have similar talismans in Sanqing Mountain?"

Pan Yun came back to his senses, "Oh, I've seen talismans with similar effects before, so I can draw them. If your Dao Ji Division doesn't have enough people to draw talismans in the future, you can ask me."

Jingxuan was silent for a moment: "Oh, we have enough manpower, not enough for now."

The Department of Discipline and Administration is well-staffed.

After Jingxuan signed up, for the sake of the Jinyiwei, he revealed a little inside information to them: "Not only is the Taoist Discipline Department well-staffed, but there are also many Taoists in the world, so the number of candidates allowed to be selected this year has been reduced again."

When Pan Yun heard this, he immediately asked, "How many places are there this year?"

Jingxuan smiled at her, his eyes deep: "Five."

Pan Yun looked at the long line and asked: "Only five people from the entire Guangxin Prefecture?"

Jingxuan nodded, followed her gaze, and said, "There were more people who signed up yesterday than today."

Therefore, they need to break through from three times as many people and rank in the top five to have a chance of being selected.

Pan Jun walked out while thinking, and when he was about to leave, he remembered: "You treat us so well, is there something you need the Jinyiwei to help you with?"

Jingxuan smiled at her, and just when she thought he was going to make a request, he said, "As long as the Jinyiwei masters don't cause us trouble."

Pan Yun: …

She turned her head and looked at An Chen: "Look at your stinking reputation."

An Chen: ...

Jingxuan immediately lowered his head and pretended not to hear.

Zhang Ziming smiled and said, "Anything else? If not, do you want to go to the pharmacy or grocery store to buy some cinnabar? It might be needed for the exam tomorrow."

Pan Yun said: "We have cinnabar."

Zhang Ziming said, "Then let's go back to the inn. You guys can rest. We also need to meditate and practice. We haven't been able to calm down and practice for a while."

Pan Yun had no objection and said to Miao Zhen and the other two, "Let's go back and rest. Regain your energy for the exam the day after tomorrow."

As soon as he returned to the inn, Pan Yun went back to his room and closed the door.

Hongyan was sleeping on her bed. As soon as Pan Xiaohei came in, he found a corner and curled up in it, closing his eyes.

Hongyan was in high spirits, jumping up and down, "You all came back, but you don't even want to talk to me."

Pan Yun fell directly on the bed, closed his eyes, pulled the quilt over his stomach, yawned and said, "Stop making trouble, let me sleep for a while, I still have things to do tonight."

Hongyan paused, and the fox turned his head and asked curiously, "What are you going to do tonight?"

Pan Yun murmured back, "Catch the thief."

"You have such a high level of cultivation, why are you still so hard on thieves?"

Unfortunately, Pan Jun was already asleep and could not answer her.

Pan Jun was sleeping soundly, hugging the quilt. When it got dark outside and the night became darker, she suddenly opened her eyes.

She blinked twice before her eyes adjusted to the darkness.

She lay there for another three breaths, and then stood up after her body was fully mobilized.

She slowly turned her neck, then bent down to put on her shoes and opened her arms to Pan Xiaohei.

Pan Xiaohei woke up early and jumped nimbly into Pan Yun's arms.

Pan Yun pushed open the window and jumped onto the roof.

Hongyan's eyes rolled, and her body reacted faster than her brain. Before her eyes had even finished rolling, her body had already jumped onto the roof following Pan Jun, and ran out of the city closely behind her. When they were close to the city wall, Pan Jun finally took out his sword, swung his hand, and the sword flew out, stopping steadily in front of him. She then jumped up, stepped on the flying sword, stared at the front, and flew forward unsteadily.

Hongyan also jumped up and stepped behind her.

Pan Yun leaned his lower back against Hongyan, and the trembling of his body was alleviated a little.

Hongyan didn't dare to move, and cried out, "Don't lean on me, use your own strength, I'm not a stool..."

Pan Jun shouted in a low voice: "Shut up, or I'll throw you out if you make any more noise."

Hongyan cried out in grievance: "I shouldn't have come if I had known."

Pan Yun thought to herself: She must secretly run to Kaifeng and ask the blacksmith whether her flying magic weapon has been made. This flying sword is really difficult to control and is too dangerous.

Pan Yun had a clear goal. His speed was not fast, but not slow either. His speed was even faster than someone who started earlier.

After flying for more than an hour, Pan Yun saw a fire in a woods, and also saw Wang Cong and Hu Jing sitting by the fire.

Pan Yun did not disturb them, but stopped directly on a huge tree branch.

She leaned against the tree trunk and sat down, she put away her sword, and relaxed her weak hands and feet. Then she placed Pan Xiaohei on the branch and warned him, "Don't move here. Protect the people below."

Hongyan was confused: "Why are we here?"

Pan Yun: "Waiting for the thief."

Hongyan: "What thief?"

Pan Jun grinned at her: "A thief who steals people."

Pan Yun grabbed the tree trunk and climbed up. He stopped when he reached the top and could see the tops of all the trees.

It is worthy of being the tree she chose, it is strong.

Geniuses should choose the genius tree.

Pan Jun moved carefully and sat down. When her legs hung down and her left hand could hold the tree trunk firmly, and she felt the branch under her butt was also very strong, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Thanks to the trees and dense branches ahead, as long as she didn't stare down, she didn't feel dizzy from the altitude.

Moreover, she is not afraid of this height. She is good at Qinggong, so what is she afraid of?

That's right, she was not afraid at all.

Pan Yun's legs were shaking. Someone who had set out a few steps earlier than her followed Wang Cong's trail and came over. Before she could be happy about finding Wang Cong and Hu Jing, she heard a voice that shouldn't be there: "Hey, Dean Zhang, what a coincidence."

Zhang Ziming, who was standing on the top of the tree, turned his neck stiffly and looked over.

She saw Pan Jun sitting at a position almost the same height as her, swinging her legs as she greeted him.

He didn't see her at first because the tree she was sitting on had dense branches that covered most of her figure.

Zhang Ziming's face instantly turned dark: "Why are you here?"

Pan Yun smiled and said, "I missed my nephew and was worried about him, so I came to see him. I didn't expect to see Dean Zhang here."

Pan Yun asked, "Where is Dean Zhang? Why are you here?"

Zhang Ziming looked at her with deep eyes, and after a moment he said, "I'm here to verify something."

Pan Yun smiled: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Ziming looked at Hu Jing who was sitting around the fire below, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "I want to know the true face of this ancient hero under his disguise. Is he the Hu Jing who is now nowhere to be found in the court and the world?"

"Originally I only had 50% suspicion, but since you came, it's now 80%. Now we just have to catch him and wipe off the makeup on his face, and then we'll know who he is."

Pan Jun tilted his head to look at him and asked with a smile, "Master Zhang, are you so confident that you can beat me?"

Zhang Ziming looked at her steadily, and the desire to fight rose. A sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes: "How can we know if we don't try?"

He also wanted to fight with Pan Yun.

Everyone said she was strong, even lightning struck her twice more. He wanted to see how strong she was.

When Pan Jun saw this, she also felt like fighting. She also wanted to find someone to fight.

The second senior brother and the fourth senior sister could not beat her, and the eldest senior brother did not like fighting, and it was too difficult to find someone with similar cultivation level to fight with.

Pan Jun stood up from the branch, stretched out his hand, and a sword appeared in his hand. He looked at Zhang Ziming with sparkling eyes: "Then let's try it."

Pan Yun held the sword, turned around and flew away.

Zhang Ziming turned his head to look at the person on the ground, then turned around and followed.

After flying for a distance, the two stopped, both standing on the branches and looking at each other quietly.

Pan Yun spoke first: "Let me make it clear first, we won't bear grudges after a fight, so don't make things difficult for me afterwards."

Zhang Ziming: "This master is upright and honest, how could he be such a villain?"

"Okay, watch out for the sword!" As soon as Pan Jun finished speaking, he rushed forward with the sword in hand.

Zhang Ziming also went forward with excitement. Their swords met in mid-air and collided with each other with a bang. Zhang Ziming felt his blood boiling and his palm aching. The sword in his hand was almost knocked away.

Zhang Ziming had a feeling something was wrong: "No, you are not the First Marquis..."

Pan Yun was already slashing and stabbing at him with his sword, and almost knocked his sword away with one blow.

"If you want to fight, then fight. Why talk about your cultivation level?"

Zhang Ziming gritted his teeth and used a move to advance in order to retreat, and retreated quickly when she retreated to avoid the sword.

He threw the sword up, folded his hands, and made a quick gesture, "If that's the case, then I won't be polite."

Since I can’t win in a sword fight, let’s fight in magic.

Zhang Ziming silently chanted the spell: "Entanglement, go!"

The surrounding trees grew rapidly as if they were going crazy, and then all fell towards Pan Jun, with branches wrapping around him.

Pan Yun stepped on a branch and her ankle was the first to be entangled.

Pan Jun took a look and made a gesture with one hand, "Fire, break!"

A ball of fire rose from the soles of her feet, and the branches wrapped around her ankles instantly dissipated. The next moment, Pan Jun rushed out from the group of branches like a cannonball, and the flying sword in her hand stabbed towards Zhang Ziming in the air.

Before the flying sword reached him, a ball of water mist appeared in front of Zhang Ziming. The water swallowed the sword like a soft body, and stopped when the tip of the sword was almost touching the tip of Zhang Ziming's nose. Then it was swallowed and squeezed out little by little by the water ball.

Although Pan Yun was blocked, her eyes became brighter and brighter. She also started to use magic to attack Zhang Ziming, but found that she was far inferior to him.

Often, when her spell attack arrived, he would already be on defense.

It would be better to use a sword.

Her sword moves were fast and fierce, her Qinggong was high, and her Yuanli was endless, far superior to Zhang Ziming's. With some magic spells, she became Zhang Ziming in a hurry. (End of this chapter)